She frequently crossed her legs (I had mentioned to her how I admired the clingy-ness of her leather pants on her legs). I believe it was intentional....(Granny Here: he's right - it was intentional). The session ended, she stuck around at the front table, and waited until everyone else had left. She came to me and said, "Exceptional job - you are a home-run hitter!" I thanked her and suggested she take my business card. "You want me to call you?" I said, "Yes - let's connect!" She smiled, tilted. I could feel deep within my vagina a life stirring, moisture forming, a pulse throbbing. This was confusing. How could it be? How could there be life again after all the damaged some asshole did to me? I wanted to say something, to break off the contact, to close the life gushing in my sex…“Sshhhh,” he said softly, putting his mouth over my lips. “She can still hear us.”For a moment I was confused. I thought I was drowning in his eyes and in my own passion, but his finger on my lips woke me up. ..O....D!!” Screamed Jo, as wave after wave of orgasm finally rippled through her body. Her hands were clenched around Ash’s toned buttocks pulling every last millimetre of his black cock into her as she came. But her orgasms had only just started. A few more deep thrusts from Ash seemed to trigger a chain reaction within her, causing her body to shudder and contort as another orgasm arrived. Jo’s eyes were looking wild now; she was showing no sign of wanting to stop. “Again!” She ordered. Martin didn’t seem to mind me taking a few pictures of Jen kissing his huge black cock and moments later he pulled her lips from it and looked at me.“Okay, Trevor, which cock do you want her to have?” Martin asked me.I hesitated for a moment before answering, “Yours.”Martin smiled, “That’s the right answer; now answer why you want her to have my cock?”I thought for a moment, “It’s a lot bigger than mine and she enjoys your cock.”“And?” Martin asked, “who does she belong to?”“Oh yes, and because.